There exists a dark hour in the history of Neotellus. Pestilence filled the air, blocking the sun's gentle rays, and the sky seemed destined to lose its gentle azure hue. With all gripped by fear, a widespread slaughter began. Those winged creatures that did not belong to the domain of the Heavens — birds, aviron, and insects alike — were judged as fallen and coldly murdered in the name of justice. It was in that era of chaos that Blanchet arose and crossed blades to save the victims. This is her story.